Karsten I would love to have met you My nephew so sweet Seen your beautiful smile Your little hands and feet I would love to have heard you Giggle and laugh Watched you grow and succeed And help lay the path I'd take you to the park Just you and me Watch you run and play And climb a tree I would love to have been there The day of your birth But your life was not meant To be spent here on earth Because for you, Sweet Karsten God has something else planned You're needed in Heaven Lifted up by God's Hand While I know that in Heaven You'll be happy and free A place in my heart for you There always will be. Submitted in memory of Karsten Asher Voss, Beloved son of Cindi and Dan by his Aunt Kellie Missing You More Everyday My Precious Child A Precious Gift God loaned To Me My Child, Our Eyes No Longer See She'll Hold Forever, A Sacred Part Of Each and Every Broken Heart Sweet Sara Filled Our Lives With Love Now She plays In The Heaven's Above She Walks In Victory, Holding God's Hand For You, Sweet Sara, He had a Greater Plan Smile down Upon Us, Here On Earth As We Await Our Own Rebirth. Our names He will Call, Our Flight Will Begin And Forever We'll Be, Together Again... With All Mommy’s Love To You Baby Girl! You Shall Continue To Live... Forever, in my heart and soul! written by Sara's Mommy, forever.. Michelle Koski Sara's One Year Heaven Date July 16, 2001

Thoughts of Marisa Reyanne Botello by Maria Botello, her grandmother I guess after all these months of you being gone, my precious baby, I should be more at peace with it. But it seems like I miss you more and more each day that goes by. I see your pictures and I wish you wouldn't have died. I ask for forgiveness because I should have seen how sick you were and taken you to the doctor. But you were so little and you couldn't tell me how bad you hurt and how awful you felt. If only I would have known. I know I cradled you and hugged you and caressed you, but if only that could have saved you. You're with our Lord now and his Angels take care of you and I know you'll forgive me for not seeing your pain and illness. I think of you every day and I miss you. I love you, Marisa. Love, Grandma From Blossoms From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat. O, to take what we love inside, to carry within us an orchard, to eat not only the skin, but the shade, not only the sugar, but the days, to hold the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into the round jubilance of peach. There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom. -- Li-Young Lee Submitted in memory of Robert J. "Robbie" Harris